Seeking an escape from the endless swirl of corporate accolades, Marcus and Sienna took a quiet walk along the water’s edge at Brooklyn Bridge Park on Friday evening. The sun was sinking behind the towering glass-and-steel canyons of lower Manhattan, painting the East River in shimmering shades of copper, amber, and violet. The iconic gothic arches of the Brooklyn Bridge rose majestically against the twilight sky. Dressed in simple wool…
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